"Yeah," Stan said taking off his shoes. "We have a few clients that are interested in buying another company," he shrugged. "A few of us are going ove... to check out the company and see if it is worth the hassle." "You're just back from there," I said. "I thought…" "Staci," he said as he looked back at me. "Okay," I nodded. "I am sorry." I knew it wasn't his fault. I had accepted him taking this promotion four years ago. He had warned me that it would involve a lot of traveling and time away. Giving it more meaning than the baseanimal act it was. Coupled with the instinctive desire to try and helphim once I discovered his deep seated wounds I set myself up for astrong emotional attachment. And I let it happen.Once again I'd been the major driving force in my own destruction. IfI hadn't have loved him then maybe I wouldn't have used acontraception plan that made the Billings method look like highscience. I hadn't intentionally got pregnant. But I hadn't been superdiligent in ensuring. Eventually, a squad car or two stopped at my scene and helped the ambulance crew get me out of the car and onto a gurney.I had a minor concussion, a broken leg (where it hit the dashboard), a broken nose (thank you, air bag! No really, THANK YOU AIRBAG, because it kept me away from the steering wheel.), and of course, I was still bleeding from both wrists and had seriously scraped palms (from my adventure with the gas pipe). Someone had thoughtfully allowed me to have some fingertips free, so I. Probably the real reason she had bought the stupid pizza: she wanted something pointless to bitch about. It was either this, or go online."Let me have a date with Greg and you can have it back." Uh, no! If that's all you think he's worth, you don't deserve him!" Your brother then!"Cindy shot a serious look at her friend. Karen's smirk slowly faded, as she sensed the game changing. Putting the fork, with the stolen quasi pepperoni, down, her expression slowly became uneasy. She wasn't used to.